A WOMAN IS A BUNDLE OF CONTRADICTION....

An angel of truth and a dream of fiction,

a woman is a bundle of contradiction,

she's afraid of a wasp, will scream at a mouse,

but will tackle her Boyfriend alone in the house.

She'll take him for better, she'll take him for worse

she'll break open his head and then be his nurse

but when he's well and can get out of bed

she'll pick up the teapot and aim for his head.

Beautiful and keenly sighted, yet blind,

crafty and cruel, yet simple and kind

she'll call him a king, then make him a clown,

raise him on a pedestal, then knock him flat down.

She'll inspire him to deeds that ennoble man,

or make him her lackey to carry her fan.

She'll run away from him and never come back

but if he runs away, then she'll be on his tracks,

sour as vinegar, sweet as a rose,

she'll kiss you one minute, then turn up her nose,

she'll win you in range, enchant you in silk,

she'll be stronger than brandy, milder than milk

at times she'll be vengeful, merry and sad,

she'll hate you like poison, and love you like mad..

a woman is a bundle of Contradictions!!!.....

p.s:- Point to be noted is, this is about a woman, not a girl.

Regards,

Kalyan.

It needs something to be a "WORKING CLASS HERO"

Working class Hero.....

Every day at the end of the dawn JUST WHEN I THINK I AM DONE!!!!.....a ‘HERO’ wakes up in me...na na na....not the silver screen hero or sum super hero....it’s the WORKING CLASS who say a good morning to me with a sparkling yet helpless but a morale booster smile....

WORKING CLASS HERO:-

He’s somebody who’s an alter ego of each one of who comes out during times of despair and helpless moments...

A working class hero

is a learned helpless person who believes that his/her behaviour does not influence what happens next. As soon as we join school and start making friends... he/she come across sum fellow’s who tried to over power us  in some other the situation due to many aspects which  really cannot rebel against because of our shear helplessness. During these moments the hero in us kicks out  and mocks at us saying ‘ DUDE CHILL...we can’t and we cannot and even if we want to we would be outcast’  leaving us to laugh at us with a tear  in our eyes.....

Even after knowing that optimism and dreaming is just superb, fabulous, and makes us  build castle’s in the air the HERO in us  at times still wants  us to be a pessimist unable to the handle the outcomes due to the optimism.  I am sure each one of us would have or will, for sure encountered such situations....times when our ‘Loved one’s leave us and move on, times when you plan of higher education but step back looking at  the financial situation back home....or  hesitating to go for a party just because we don’t look good or we don’t have better clothes to wear or not able to shell out enough money to pay for a entrance pass to the weekend parties.

They keep us doped with religion, sex, rules and ethics making us nothing but a wax statue to stand a give a smile at everything bleeding black and blue from inside....it makes us depressed, it makes cry our lungs out....

Coming to the title, the hero is referring to is a mixture of all the possible scarifies, adjustments, abuses, doubts, sorrow which makes me bound to be within his boundaries.....but baring all these things he still is a happy go lucky person who don’t crave for anything because he knows he can’t get it and the same time does’nt dare to lose what he has fearing that he cannot shell out enough of his life of or savings to get it again....

At the EOD all he says to himself and the world is......

                                                ‘WORKING CLASS HERO IS SOME THING TO BE.....

                                                IF YOU WISH TO BE A HERO, PLEASE FOLLOW ME!!!!....:P